“Dot Com”

I hate you.

Human interaction?

Is practically gone.

Since, you came along.

With faces in phones.

Young children, feel alone.

Until: slightly grown.

Maybe, 10?

(Honestly, I don’t know when).

I was not raised with this craze.

Dot Com, “changed“ normal ways.

Whether we like it on not.

Choice?

I never got.

Email my receipt?

Why?

I prefer to shop with my feet; see faces, I can greet, “talk” to people I meet!

Email the Dr. Appointment?

Why?

I can write it down.

You can too, (if you try)

I prefer, my privacy.

Google?

Does not need to know, everything about me!

Saving-and-selling:

My search history?

It is True!

It is happening to you, too.

Banking online?

Why?

Did we leave common sense behind?

Most important, is THIS:

Back to: Age 10.

The seeds, being planted.

They can‘t even drive, yet their digital footprint?

Very much alive!

Why?

“Oh it’s harmless.”

”He loves fort-nite.”

I am sorry to tell you, it‘s not alright.

He’s lying to you, staying up all night!

How do I know?

Because, I asked.

He is up all night with his friends. Yet, they are not there, so he can pretend. It’s the headset you bought. How much did that cost? The price of his sleep? Oh, and his grades; down they creep. While “you” my friend, are fast asleep...

Exausted from work.

Your husband?

A complete jerk!

He is cheating, from Dot Com.

Facebook!

An old girlfriend; you “thought” was long gone...

Well, she is back.

You saw them together, you wanted to attack!

I said “Let him go.”

But, no.

He is back, gambling online?

He does well!

(Better than me, with my useless rhyme)

He’s still a bad example for Mr. fort-nite; who knows he’s been cheating, since he was 9!

Why?

Because I asked.

(give “asking” a try, it won’t hurt, trust me, it works ;)

Mr. fort-nite, was glad that I asked. In fact, it was him, who needed to talk.

He called me, asking to go for a drive or a walk.

Then, I knew “something” was on his mind.

Why? Does he come to me?

I love that he does, but it should be you. It’s sad but it’s true.

Now, a boy, who was sent from above; filled with talent and love, addicted to a game? It is a shame.

Who would ever have thought;

So out of hand, things have got?

Family’s in the same house, no longer talk.

Why?

They text, each other instead.

Dot com.

The web, of dread.

Here to stay.

”Harmless” they say?

I am worried about little Johnny, alone in his bed.

No story for him.

Nobody read.

Mr. fort-nite, is back to war, and the girl?

It’s snap-chat I think?

And I know she “has“ to shop at pink.

So you better answer your boss.

All this shit they need?

It cost a lot.

And their father?

He’s never there.

It’s easier this way.

Nobody cares.

Barley speaking, faces in phones.

Talking to...who knows?

All except, Johnny.

He suffers the most.

Watching T.V. alone.

Eating, a piece of toast.

”What’s for dinner?”

“Pizza, on the phone!

An app, will bring it home!”

“This phone, will tell me when it’s done!”

“Isn’t this fun!”

Soon, there will be no guy to tip.

The delivery car?

Empty- where the guy usually sits.

Jobs lost/Or you can never “BE“ home?

Why?

”The boss emails all hours of the night. I need to tell him the client, is alright. After pizza, put Johnny to bed. Find a story Alexa, hasn’t read.”

So sad but true, what this world has come to.

Where is Johnny?

Alone, crying in his bed.

Benz© 11-13-18

These are some examples; a combination of different things I am seeing, as this world is changing so fast.

I know, not all families are like this, sad dysfunctional one, in my own write. I do not mean to offend by any means.

I wrote this piece, because I am worried about our youth. Technology is not all good.

Just my opinion.